Footsteps echoed the alleyway as the guards shouted. As civilians glanced hesitantly. Fakir ran for what seemed like hours until he couldn't see the guards anymore.
"Thank the lord I made it past them, that house was so loaded though." exclaimed Fakir, pulling gold coins and chains out of his pocket as he entered a rickety shack. "That was really dangerous! I should be more careful sneaking around!" Fakir laughed. "My parents would be disappointed in me..".
"Fakir, help us," Fakir's parents sobbed "get someone to help, just please!". "Ma, Pa, please don't leave me, I can do better! Just don't go! Please.." Fakir cried.
"I couldn't save them.. I-I can't.." Fakir whimpered. Tears ran down his heart broken face. "No, I'll find the man who killed them, and make him pay!" Fakir shouted, grabbing his parent's red bandana and running out. Wrapping it around his forehead, he ran into the streets for hours until he saw him. The man who murdered his parents.
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The Thief and the Lamp
Non-FictionA story I wrote inspired by the classic story "Monkey's Paw". The story follows Fakir, a young thief that soon discovers a lamp. The lamp would change his life forever, and dig up the roots of his forbidden past
